In 1978, a young boy was sleepless on Christmas Eve, picked up a red felt-tip pen, and began writing what turned out to be a poem about the real reason for Christmas.
This is that story..
This is that poem.
A dream that parents, godparents, aunts, uncles, babysitters, and even friends would be able to read an entertaining and also meaningful bedtime story to those deserving children in their lives.
Wheels that were heading in the direction of a dream.
When that poem resurfaced and was read by the now grown adult, the wheels started churning.
The poem was tucked away inside a memory book for many years.
In 1978, a young boy was sleepless on Christmas Eve, picked up a red felt-tip pen, and began writing what turned out to be a poem about the real reason for Christmas
